Faustine
Do you think that he has noticed me?
Quinola
Not yet.
Faustine
Speak to him of me.
Quinola But then, he would speak to me by breaking a stick across my back. You see, senora, that girl—
Faustine
That girl ought to be forever lost to him.
Quinola
But he would die, senora.
Faustine
He must be very much in love with her.
Quinola Ah! that is not my fault! All the way here from Valladolid I have a thousand times argued the point, that a man like he ought to adore women, but never to love an individual woman! Never—
Faustine You are a pretty worthless rascal! Go and tell Lothundiaz to come and speak with me and to bring his daughter with him. (Aside) She shall be put in a convent.
Quinola (aside) She is the enemy. She loves me so much that she can't help doing us a great deal of harm. (Exit.)